There once was a boy....

Who created a world
After a book he read
He made it in his imagination
His image
Made people in the world
And let them free to roam.
Then people started hurting themselves for him
Sacrafice
Suicide
In his name
he didnt like this very much at all
They started making new theories on how the world came to be
and who had ultimate rule over thier souls
The little boy didnt like this
it made them pay attention to the sky
instead of thier lives
they started calling each other hypocites
Slaughtering each other
the little boy covered his eyes
He dosent lose faith though
he dosent judge the incorrect
because everybody makes mistakes
He just regulates how we will spend our time
So thank the boy
and never think you're above him